"Brain, we get it, you are awesome at what you do, and I humbly suggest that you get a shirt with a slogan that states as much."
Might cut down on the yapping, as all present would be informed about Brian's latest insight.
"There's ones where you can change the slogan through your datajack, too. So, when someone murders the frag out of you, he at least sees that you wish the world to know: 'Ich vögel' jede am ersten Rendez-vous.' "
Blue took the explosives, and stuffed a satchel. Might come in handy later.
"Until then, don't tell everyone your deep insights, you might rub someone the wrong way."
Sure, Blue felt like slapping the kid; but then, felt sorry for him too.
Then, the neo-ethnic smirked, staring at his belly.
What was that movie where they sliced open the riding... thing and hid inside?
And you thought they smelled bad on the outside.
"Rub people the right way, Brian" Blue gave him a toothy grin and, explosives and some keycard packed, headed towards the arco again.